"
"Oh, Mrs. Brewster, I can't go into the drawing-room. All your
guests have on their evening things, and this is a morning frock!"
"Nonsense, child, come right along in. You look as sweet as a
peach."
"But I say, Ethel," and Bob Peyton bounced out into the dining-room,
"Miss Fairfield hasn't had any dinner, herself," and he smiled at
Patty. "You see I know all about you. Farnsworth told the whole
story. You are miffed with him, I believe, and wouldn't let him help
you. So he came right over here and sent me back to help a fair lady
in distress. Why you got up that waitress jargon _I_ don't know."
"I don't either," and Patty dimpled roguishly at him. "I have an
awful way of cutting up any jinks that happen to pop into my head!
You'll forgive me, won't you?"
"I never should have forgiven you if you HADN'T!" and Peyton smiled
admiringly into the big blue eyes that implored his forgiveness so
sweetly.
"You DEAR child," Mrs. Brewster rattled on, "to think you haven't
had a mite of dinner! Now I will get you something."
"No, no, thank you," laughed Patty, "I will confess that I ate all I
wanted here in the pantry while the dinner was going on. Cook sent
up special portions for me, and I had plenty of time to do justice
to them.
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